CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER EIGHTEEN] Close Call

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
DECEMBER 21st,1989

It was Christmas Break. December 21st,1989. I thought Washington D.C's winter was cold but New York took the cake. It's cold as fuck here and I wasn't ready for all this.

I was laying down inside of my room in the dark. I didn't want to be bothered with anyone. I go through these phases where I get tired of everything. Both physically and emotionally.

Nothing really triggers it. It just happens. It's like a dark cloud just hovers over me and I don't know if it's going to rain or is it just going to pass by.

I heard my room door slowly open and I grew agitated. I truly wasn't in the mood and all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Get your fake depressed ass out of your room." Ahmad yells as I turn to the other side of my bed. Pulling the covers and sinking deeper into them.

"What am I getting out of my room for?" I ask and I hear him kiss his teeth. His footsteps moved closer to my bed as he pulls the covers off of me.

"Our family is downstairs." He says and I roll my eyes, trying to reach for the covers.

"Okay? And what does that shit have to do with me?" I ask and he smacks his lips.

"Yo I don't have the time for this, get up." He says, pushing me off the bed causing me to fall down on the floor.

I got up quickly from the floor as I began to feel myself get very angry.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask and he fans me off.

"What the fuck is wrong with you A'mya?" He asks and I begin to walk over to him. I pushed him and he started to wobble but he caught his balance.

He then gave me a 'I know you didn't just do that' look and grabbed my arms and attempted to twist them.

I then kicked him in the dick causing him to let go of my arms. I punched him in the face and he got up and started choking me.

"Siete impazziti?" My grandma yells into the room as she saw the situation unfolding.

The legendary Grandma Gianna. One of my favorite people in the entire world. If you're looking for a real Italian grandma you holla at her.

"Grandma Gia!" Ahmad yells as he lets go of my neck, turning to look at her. I was currently bent over coughing. That nigga Ahmad had grip, I almost lost my life.